Stella–POV

As I adjusted to my surroundings, I found Julie next to me, sleeping. Dawn light filtered through the window. I tried to roll out of bed, but my hand was restrained by an IV tube attached to the back of my hand and a beeping machine monitoring me. My hand instinctively went to my baby bump, caressing it gently.

“Baby is doing fine.” Julie's hoarse voice startled me. She gave me a weak smile.

“How long was I out?” I asked.

“A week,” Julie replied.

“It ...